Episode Report Card Keckler: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The One Where Talyn And Crais Elope
By Keckler | Season 2 | Episode 1 | Aired on 03.16.2000
Moya seems to have survived the Sheyang attack as she soars through space. Chiana, much calmer then when we last saw her, tries to get Rygel to eat. I know! Rygel going for more than five minutes without something in his mouth is Hynerianorexia! Rygel's sudden loss of appetite is because, as Pilot explains, Moya is returning to the asteroid field where she last saw Talyn. She insists on looking for her son despite the risks. Rygel announces loudly that a Peacekeeper command carrier is slightly more than a "risk." Pilot informs them that he and Moya think they can get into the asteroid field undetected. Chiana reminds him that they are still defenseless. Not, entirely, Pilot corrects her. "Humph! As good as -- all we have is that antiquated defense screen we took from the wreck of the Zelbinion," Rygel reminds them as the camera spans over to show a junk of wires sitting in a dark corner. Chiana wants to know if that "pile of dren" is even functional. Rygel will have DRDs get to work on it. DRDs happily respond with flicks of light and zooming noises. I want one. I'll bet they're dead useful in the kitchen. Pilot placidly continues that Moya doesn't understand their distress since they might find Aeryn, Crichton, and D'Argo along with Talyn. "If they could have gotten out, they would have by now," Chiana says with angry tearfulness and walks out. Yeah, see, at this point we don't actually know how much time has passed between the events of the finale and now. Especially since there was all that monkeying around with the air date of "Dream a Little Dream." In fact, knowing the events of "Dream a Little Dream" helps explain why Zhaan is acting so overly pollinated.
Command carrier. Scorpius' personal attendant pushes a button on the side of his head and his lightstick container spins out. It sort of looks like the canister used in drive-through banks. I loved those things. Of course, they weren't all covered in squidgy red brain lumps and strands as this is. Scorpius winces with black lips and teeth. Dude needs some SERIOUS chloride treatments. The attendant removes the red lightstick and replaces it with a blue one. The canister spins back in, vapor collecting around it. Hey, look at that -- Scorpius has his own definition of "letting off steam." A male voice announces, "Four patrol ships still report nothing, sir." He sort of falters over the "sir" but since it's Brick-a-Braca, we don't know if it's the shock of seeing his boss loaded up with lightsticks or because he's already so much in love with Scorpius that his breath naturally catches in his throat every time he gazes on his beloved's wrinkled, skull-like face. Braca goes on that there's no trace of Talyn or Crichton, "Nothing." Scorpius glares at him and says he comprehends the meaning of the word "nothing." Man, if I worked for him, I'd have serious breakdowns every time he glared. And then I'd write a book called The Devil Wears Latex. Scorpius wonders if it was a mistake to pull back and let the rogue prowler rescue Crichton after he ejected himself. Braca reminds him that he had little choice. "Oh, true, he would have chosen to perish rather than be saved by us, but --" Scorpius yanks Braca close to him, " -- the prowler eluded capture and continues to." Their faces are very close. Braca stammers around his boner that in an asteroid field that size they may never find the rogue prowler. "Time for a change of tactics," Scorpius singsongs. And for a change of pants for Braca.